"When I was growing up my home meant permanence, a place to be safe. My life is so chaotic now going from disaster to disaster. I just always dreamed of having my own real home."

"When I was a kid, home was where mom was in the lounge chair getting drunk and dad was in the backyard burning steaks trying to explain what he was doing kissing Mrs. Belconto  in the church parking lot. Permanence wasn't always so permanent in my house."

"Lois, you and I are going to be as permanent as permanent can be."

"So I guess I should stop running?"

"I won't burn the steaks, I promise."

"Forget the steaks, just don't be kissing Mrs. Belconto."